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In the second month of Zhimiao's operation, Mr. Yang and his wife spent a fortune to purchase an open source model. For small businesses just starting out, reinventing the wheel is extremely inefficient, both in terms of time and cost. Therefore, fine-tuning and transfer learning based on purchased models are common practices for small and micro businesses entering the industry.
But after going to the hospital with Yang Zhi for several days in a row and being turned away every time, Yang Xiao had to admit that the outsourcing model plus internal adjustment operation model that was thought to be extremely efficient now had problems: they could not get the local data source.
Without a data source, there are no results. Without results, there's no way to make corrections and adjustments, practically trapped in a vicious cycle.
Staff, rent, utilities – just one day of operation costs money. The real problem isn't the investment itself, but the lack of a return on investment.
Every time Yang Zhi returned to the office recently, he looked like a sweet potato rolled in a bowl of starch before being fried, his entire body covered in a thick smell of smoke. Although Yang Xiao was exhausted, she felt a vague sense of certainty that "my destiny was not to end."
When I called Fang Qiu, the person on the other end answered quickly, their voice still cheerful as usual: "Xiao Yang Xiao, why did you remember to call me? Are you back in the city?"
"No, Brother Fang Qiu. I've encountered some problems recently and would like to trouble Brother Fang Qiu for help." Yang Xiao clicked on the document on the computer desktop, which densely recorded the company's recent difficulties and expected solutions.
"Okay, tell me." Fang Qiu turned on the speakerphone and deliberately placed the phone in front of Zhou Qi. The other party gave him a puzzled look in return.
"It's like this, Brother Fang Qiu. My former colleague and I are now working on integrating artificial intelligence with medical diagnosis. Training AI models requires real-world data, but my colleague and I have visited almost every hospital here with relatively complete data sources, and we've been rejected every time."
After saying that, Yang Xiao sighed.
Listening to the familiar voice coming from the speaker of the mobile phone and the sigh, Zhou Qi could imagine her frowning and perhaps making some small movements with her hands.
"Ah... So you're looking for a hospital that can cooperate with you and provide you with data?" Fang Qiu pulled out a chair and sat directly opposite Zhou Qi. The expression on his face that had just been watching a show faded slightly after hearing Yang Xiao's words.
"Yes, Brother Fang Qiu." Yang Xiao pulled the wilted yellow leaves out of the pot of green ivy on top of the desk, bent down and threw them into the trash can, then picked up the green ivy and turned it over. After pulling out the leaves on her side, she moved on to pull the leaves on Yang Zhi's side.
"Okay, I understand. But Xiao Yangxiao, I can only ask you about this. After all, the hospital data also involves the patient's private information. Plus, the acceptance of artificial intelligence's 'black box' diagnosis here may be much lower than in Beijing." Fang Qiu really didn't dare to give her a guarantee. Besides, this favor meant helping her open up data, a real transformation from 0 to 1.
Zhou Qi listened quietly to the conversation between the two, not knowing what he was thinking in his mind. His hand holding the water cup tightened slightly, as if he was thinking about something.
"Yes, we also have privacy considerations. Therefore, the hospitals providing the data need to provide desensitized data, excluding the patient's private information. For example, the patient's basic symptoms, the doctor's clinical diagnosis, etc. As for acceptance, Brother Fang Qiu, someone has to cross the river first."
"Okay, then I'll ask for you first. I'll call you back when I have news." After hanging up the phone, Fang Qiu raised an eyebrow at Zhou Qi, meaning to ask what he thought.
"It's certainly difficult in the early stages. I'll go contact the hospital and see what happens." Zhou Qi picked up the gray coat draped over the back of the chair and stood up to leave. "Later, I'll have to trouble my senior brother to introduce me to someone."
"You're doing good deeds without leaving a name behind? You're such a kindhearted person." Fang Qiu saw that he was going back to the hospital, so he stood up and waved at Zhou Qi again. "Drive slowly on the road. You just got out of the hospital not long ago, so take it easy."
"Okay." As soon as Zhou Qi opened the door, he was filled with the fragrance of clusters of golden osmanthus flowers hanging on the autumn branches.
It's autumn again.
Zhou Qi didn't like the autumn in the city; it was too short and too hot, almost like it was just a symbol of the end of summer. Beijing's autumn should be a blanket of golden leaves. Someone as bouncy as Yang Xiao would love Beijing's autumn, how much she would enjoy stepping on fallen leaves, listening to the crisp snapping sounds of leaves beneath her feet, and smiling. Occasionally, when she stepped on a few dumb leaves, she would look up at him earnestly and say, "Zhou Qi, does this leaf have no sense of pain? It won't even make a sound when you step on it."
Yang Xiao actually didn't like stepping on leaves. She felt that it was meaningless except for accelerating their decay and making noises.
But in high school, Zhou Qi would quietly gather the crushed leaves behind her with the tip of his shoe to make it easier for sanitation workers to clean up. He didn't interfere with her, nor did he stop her. He just followed her and cleaned up for her. She liked this kind of Zhou Qi: meticulous, patient, and kind.
In fact, the corners of her mouth turned up because she was secretly happy. She was secretly happy that Zhou Qi was doing the same action over and over again because of her.
Therefore, Zhou Qi's current memories and fantasies were not entirely true. After all, Yang Xiao would not step on leaves when she was alone. She just liked and was used to showing her true childish side in front of Zhou Qi.
Zhou Qi, of course, didn't know this; otherwise, he wouldn't be dreaming of resigning and moving to Beijing after gathering more evidence and ensuring he could uproot the Miao family. But would Yang Xiao still be willing to join him in trampling fallen leaves? Thinking of this, Zhou Qi smiled, started the car, and drove to the hospital.
A few days later, Yang Xiao received a call from Fang Qiu, saying that the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of the Third Municipal Hospital was willing to provide some prescriptions that had been filtered out of personal information. The amount was not large, but the more difficult problem was that the data was a few years old, and most of them were handwritten prescriptions. It was estimated that it would be difficult for them to clean the data before importing it.
"It's okay, Brother Fang Qiu. It's not easy to get it. Can my colleagues and I have a meal with the leaders of the department when we come to the city next week?" After working, Yang Xiao was very afraid of the perfunctory verbal promises made by leaders of all sizes. It was a blessing if they could be counted. What she feared most was a joke said in a good mood, which ended up being taken as the truth by the person asking for help, and finally ended up in an embarrassing situation where she could neither ask for it nor get it.
"Okay, I'll get back to you tomorrow morning at the latest." After Fang Qiu finished speaking, he immediately sent a message to Zhou Qi: Zhou Qi, please ask the veterans in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine if you can arrange a meal together next week to discuss this.
Zhou Qi had just finished surgery and had just opened the metal cabinet where he kept his phone and clothes when he saw the message from Fang Qiu. He immediately called the secretary of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department and asked about Director Hu's whereabouts. Then he hurried across the overpass. Before he reached the elevator to the parking lot, he saw Director Hu walking ahead.
"Director Hu, please stay." Zhou Qi caught up with Hu Yufang in two or three steps and explained his purpose.
Hu Yufang is a well-known Maitreya Buddha in the hospital. He is kind and generous to others. He often invites Corey to have afternoon tea. As soon as Zhou Qi heard about Yang Xiao's company's needs, he immediately thought of the best candidate.
"No problem, let's do it next Wednesday. I can't guarantee it will pass the hospital's review, though." Hu Yufang smiled and gave Zhou Qi a heads-up before continuing, "Starting with our Traditional Chinese Medicine Department was your bad idea. Let me tell you, my two students are completely baffled. Can your AI even read tongue coating?"
"Thank you, Director Hu. I trust them." Zhou Qi half bowed and stopped the elevator for Director Hu. "You go first."
"You kid, you're always asking for favors." Director Hu patted his shoulder, narrowed his eyes, and smiled more like Maitreya Buddha. "I'm leaving first."
"Goodbye." Zhou Qi waved toward the elevator, and after the doors closed, he turned and went upstairs. He texted Fang Qiu to say Director Hu had finalized the meeting for next Wednesday night, and that Yang Xiao would have to book the venue. Afterward, worried that Yang Xiao wasn't familiar with the city's restaurants, he gave Fang Qiu a bunch of names, mirroring Director Ke Li's specifications, and asked him to pass them on to Yang Xiao.
Now Fang Qiu was the real philanthropist. As soon as this message was sent, Yang Xiao thanked him profusely, even sending Fang Qiu several kowtow emojis. Fang Qiu was truly worried for this guy. Others chasing girls would write notes on the subject and stick them on their faces and necks. But Zhou Qi, for all the good things he'd done, had them all stuck on his face. What kind of thing was that?
Every time he asked, the situation was complicated, impossible to explain in a few sentences. He should explain it in three, four, or five sentences. If Zhou Qi didn't explain, how could he, the matchmaker, work so hard? He couldn't always call Yang Xiao to the store and then quickly send Zhou Qi back. They were all together, but that didn't solve anything. After all, the knot in his heart had to be resolved from within.
After Yang Xiao finished replying to Fang Qiu, she uttered a small "Yeah" in the office. Yang Zhi looked up and saw her smiling broadly, a faint dimple at the right corner of her mouth that made her smile even brighter. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
"What are you so happy about? Have you finalized the deal?" Yang Zhi coughed, avoiding Yang Xiao's gaze. "What day is it scheduled for? I don't know much about the hotel there, so can you take a look?"
"Don't worry about the hotel on Wednesday, it's no problem. I'll go get the information of Xing Yang and the others and buy some plane tickets, otherwise it will be expensive in a few days." Yang Xiao held the phone, restrained her smile, opened the office door, and walked straight out.
When Yang Xiao came back, she saw Yang Zhi sitting in his office chair with a look of amorous longing on his face. She could only wave her hand in front of his eyes, "What are you doing? What are you thinking about? Hurry up and get to work! There's a lot of work to do."
"I was dreaming about visiting Mr. Yang's hometown. I would be so honored to visit the place where Mr. Yang grew up." Yang Zhi grinned playfully, as if he didn't have a single serious cell in his body.
"Don't even think about it. I grew up in the mountains and I won't be going this time."
"That's such a shame, no. We have to rent a car and take all the employees to see the place where our Boss Yang was reborn, to recall the good and the bad, and to reminisce about the road we've come. Let's sit next to the tall grain pile—"
As Yang Zhi was talking, he started to sing. His pitch was quite accurate, but it made Yang Xiao feel irritated.
"nerve."
After saying that, I ignored his inexplicable nonsense.
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